Outside the window, it began to drizzle, and the pattering sound made it hard to sleep. Tong Ran lay in the same position without turning over.
She clutched the quilt tightly at her chest, with the night her uncle died playing repeatedly in her mind, when she saw Mo Nanjue shoot a bullet into his chest.
It was such a coincidence, she thought. If Mo Nanjue was going to do such a thing, being so clever, first, he wouldn't act in the hospital in broad daylight, and second, he wouldn't give her the chance to open the door.
Yes, why hadn't she thought this through before?
She served his prison time for him. At the police station, it was Luo Xiao who came, insisting Mo Nanjue killed her family member, yet showed not a hint of distress over her uncle's death.
Puffer fish Toxin B, fake death, the gift given by uncle...
